[Warning: The snu snu from the chapter before continues here. It ends in the first part of the chapter. So, beware.]

"I am going to explode if you are not inside me in the next ten seconds," she warned.

He pushed her legs apart and moved between them. She watched his face as he positioned himself, shuffling forward until his cock was lined up at her entrance. He moved forward until just the tip of his length was pushed between her folds and then used his hand to move it up and down, sliding it through her wetness. The head brushed her clit and she cried out, her toes curling with all the pent-up tension inside her.

"Please don't tease me," she pleaded with a cry.

"Look at me," he begged. When she did, she found him looking at her carefully.

He slowly began to enter her. Her whole body flexed and shifted to accommodate him. He rolled his hops slowly as inch by inch of him sunk inside her. His eyes moved back and forth from her eyes to watch them come together.

Qian Meng knew she liked watching as he entered her. It turned him on and it turned her on even more.

She reached for him and he lowered himself until he was resting on his forearm. His body moved against her in just the right way to stimulate her. His pelvic bone rubbed against her clit with every thrust.

He lowered his head forehead against her, he thrust his hips forward to push the last inch of his length into her. He was completely inside her, then, his balls resting against her.

"And I'm home."

Qian Meng felt the same way. And for the next hour, there were no words, only sounds of worship.

- - - - -

Qian Meng was on her stomach, her head turned towards him. Mo Qingchen was on his side, facing her. The sheet covering her barely reached the top of her ass and Mo Qingchen's fingers were occupied in drawing patterns over her spine.

"Hi," she whispered to him, breaking the serenity in the room.

"Hi, baby," he answered, warming her skin from the inside. "What are you thinking about? You've gotten so quiet."

She nestled into her pillow a little more. "I was in wonder that a day ago, I didn't think I would be here." She realized something at that moment. "Just a year ago, I would never have thought this was possible. That I would be here with you and in love."

Mo Qingchen's eyes shimmered. "I think I did."

Qian Meng lifted her head a little, giving him a look of bafflement. "What?"

"I said, I think I knew it."

"I heard you." She put her head down. "But what are you talking about? We are so far removed from our expectations at the beginning."

He scoffed. "Oh, baby, I know."

"Well?" she prompted.

"I was thinking about this a few days ago." He looked at her for a long moment.

"What were you thinking about?"

He smirked. "I used to think before you."

She rolled her eyes. "I would hope so."

He laughed as he leaned closer to her, reaching beneath the sheet to pinch her ass. "Smartass," he growled merrily.

She yelped, squirming away from me.

And then he was scooting closer to her and his face was in her neck.

"Are you going to let me finish?"

He shrugged. "I am not stopping you."

His fingers combed through the end of her hair on her back.

"I used to think about certain things before you. And sometimes I wondered what the whole meaning was behind everything I do."

She slung an arm over his shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"I mean… What was all this for? I have worked so fucking hard in my life and sometimes I wondered why. Standard of living is one thing, but I was always beyond that. I always tried to reach the far top. Nothing was enough good enough and I always wanted more. A normal man would be satisfied with a million, but when I had that on my own, all I could think about was a hundred million. It was a kind of greed that consumed me, but I didn't know why it was."

She laughed. "I have never thought closely about it. I think I am the same. That's why I competed with you on earnings and ranks."

He shook his head. "Qian Meng, I am telling you that it was all for you."

She stopped. Her breath stopped. "What?"

"On some level, I knew you were coming into my life."

She blinked in confusion. "Mo Qingchen, you made it clear from the first time we met that your intentions towards me weren't romantic. You were sure nothing would happen between us."

"And they weren't," he agreed. "But on a subconscious level, I think I knew that you were coming to me. I always felt the purpose behind building my empire. I just didn't know what the purpose was. I know it sounds crazy but I think that purpose was you."

"Mo Qingchen…"

"The universe instilled it in my subconscious mind that you were coming. And I was preparing to give you the best life that I possibly could."

She breathed in sharply. These words came from a man who didn't believe in a higher power. To concede so completely…

"I understand," Qian Meng said finally. But she was curious. "When did you realize that I was the right thing?"

He looked at her curiously. "The right thing?"

She nodded. "You must have had a moment when you knew that I was the one you wanted by your side. Your true love. Your destiny. Your endgame," she explained.

He looked past her and at the wall.

"The funeral."

Qian Meng blinked in surprise. "At my funeral?" It was so strange to talk about it, but this newly excavated nugget of information was important. "You liked me back then?"

He looked perplexed. "I knew you were the real deal… the destiny and endgame at the funeral. It just seems that I had no clue what that meant."